Chaos — little ideas to get you writing
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Doped up

a dreaded, selfish breath

entered the room.

calming banter filled the air,

your body flowed to

scenes of lost stories.

in the sickly guts of

the crowd, I spotted your smile.

I was high.

But, I remember the feel

of your skin, sweet and lasting.

Everything else that

followed the journey

of us was stormy,

misguided, and flawed.

But, I loved it.